The Dead Walking 3

So many things happen in a lifetime. Some are good and some are bad. All of these things make up a person. All of these things determine who you are. I have to say that my memories are mostly bad, but the few good ones are the things that keep me going. (this is the third book in the Dead Walking series)


6. Monsters

           Sometime later I see Carl walk down the isle toward me. He looks like he is trying to hide his uneasiness. He has his head down, but when he lifts it his eyes light up. "Hey Izzy," he says.

       "Hey," I say just above a whisper.

       "Is something wrong?" he asks.

       "I don't know Carl. IS something wrong?" I ask suspiciously.

       "What are you talking about?" he says just a little too innocently.

       "Whats going on?" I demand.

       "I don't know what you're talking about," he shakes his head.

       "You're lying! You don't have to tell me, but lying? That's whole different story," I bite my tongue to keep from yelling and look up at the ceiling. Why is he lying to me?

       "Nothing is wrong Izzy. Not really anyways. It has to do with you," he admits.

       I spin my head to glare at him. "You were talking about me?" I demand, a little hurt.

       "Not you Izzy," he shakes his head. "Its... its about your friend," he finally says.

       "Katy?!" I had forgot about her. Going 2 years without her really took a toll on me, I guess I was so used to her being gone that I forgot we found her. "What the hell happened?"

       He sighs. "They didn't want me to tell you yet."

       "Does it look like I care?" I snap. "She is my friend and you are going to tell me what happened to her."

       "Well... she was uh... captured. Not really captured but... they said that they were going to kill my dad if we didn't give them one of our people and well... she uh and Mark had to go," he cringes away from me as I stand up and kick a chair off the ledge that our bed sits on.

       "You are saying that your dad volunteered my best friend to leave with some random group where she is most likely dead?" I grit my teeth as I try to stay calm.

       "Izzy they were going to kill him," he tries to calm me by resting a hand on my shoulder.

       I yank my arm away. "Don't touch me," I growl.

       "Izzy!" he pleads.

       But I am already walking away. Running to be exact. I don't know where they are, but I'm going to find him. I run around in sorta circles before I finally see him. I lunge at him with my gun out. I hold the gun to his Rick's head, but I don't do anything else. I just stand their looking into is shocked eyes. "I should kill you. I should just shoot you right here, right now," I take a deep breath.

       "Calm down Izzy!" Daryl demands from behind me.

       I spin around and point the gun at him. "Don't you DARE tell me to calm down!" I scream.

       "Calm down," he repeats.

       "SHUT UP! Just shut up."

       "Izzy... stop," I hear Carl's shaky voice to my right.

       "Don't tell me to stop Carl. Just don't," I shake my head. My voice is a lot quieter than I expected it to be.

       "Please Izzy just calm down," Carl walks toward me slowly., his eyes filled with hurt.

       "I am calm," I nod. "I just have to go... blow off some steam." I lower my gun. "And know one follow me," I say, my voice filled with ice.

       I whip around and run back to where all of my is. Our bed. I pick up my book bag, make sure everything is in there, grab my sword and head toward the door. I already know what I plan on doing. I didn't say anything or they would have stopped me. They still might, but I'm not afraid to fight back. This is Carl's group. Not mine. They do not control me.

       I feel an ache in my chest. Carl betrayed me today. He sided with his dad completely. He sided with Rick. The man that may as well be the cause of death for my best friend. I hope the aching in my chest goes away. That will only make it harder for me to do what I have to do.

      I walk straight up to the doors that lead outside and shove them open. I'm surprised that there wasn't anyone there to stop me. Maybe they realized I'm not worth stopping. Maybe I'm just another person that can be used to stay alive. This thought disgusts me. I never though Rick could be so cruel. I always thought that Carl could never betray me. I guess I was wrong. Carl was right when he said that we are all monsters. Some more than others.

       I walk to other side of the parking lot and take one last look back at the building I fought so hard for. I blow a kiss at the building, not the people inside. "Good bye," I whisper before turning back around.

       I don't know if I'll ever return. The answer is most likely NO, but I cant help, but have hope. Its in my nature. I don't know if I'll ever completely forgive Carl either. I know he wasn't there to actually determine who had to go, but still. He completely agreed with his dad. He knows that Katy is my best friend. He knew that I would be furious, but that didn't bother him. He only cared about his dad. He didn't even say he was sorry about it. He didn't even care that my best friend was just "given to some random group for no good reason. I shake my head as I am thinking.

         I know what I have to do. I have to return to the prison and try and track down that group. I have to find my friend. And then I'll think about coming back here.



       So I have a feeling this will have some negative reactions from some people. Yes Izzy is leaving the group and she might not come back. I understand that most people want her to stay there , but you have to understand that I have to add changes to the book. Okay well I know this is a short chapter so I will make sure my next chapter is longer. Thank you all for reading this! Don't forget to like, comment, and favorite! :)

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